Notes & Glossary:Dresses worn
over bouffant petticoats were called “poufy,” not "puffy" by women. A dress or
skirt with enough petticoats under it was said to have “lots of pouf.” It was
definitely thefashion from spring 1953 to approximately 1960 for
women, and
for girls, from toddler, little and pre-teen girls, right up to their
post-pubescent years. Sears-Roebuck & Company, with its stores in many cities
of the U.S.A. and Canada, continued to sell bouffant slips for pre-teen girls
until 1966. New dress shops selling the bouffant style of dresses and skirts
proliferated during this “petticoat era,” offering not only dresses, skirts and
lingerie for women and older girls, but also panties, petticoats and pretty
bouffant slips and dresses for little and pre-teen girls.

“poufy” :... a fashion designers’ term, also used by women, means the
same as bouffant

“petticoated” or “petticoating” :... dressing and raising a little
boy like a little girl

nylon tricot (pronounced “nylon tree-ko”):...a
relatively new and inexpensive smooth, shiny, nylon fabric invented in the late
1940s,
having a silky feel and appearance
short puffed sleeves: A lot of the dresses for little girls during
this time had cute short puffed sleeves, usually trimmed with plain
white binding, occasionally lace
trimmed
rumba panties: panties for little girls having side-to-side
horizontal rows of ruffled white lace across the back of them as well as
lace around the leg openings. Regular
panties for girls and women had lace
trim around the leg openings, often in narrow panels of semi transparent pleated
lace just above the front of the leg
openings

“full
dresses” : dresses (and skirts) made at this time to be worn with
petticoats had voluminous skirts called “full,” usually with
eight or more “gores” (the woven or
sewn together widening folds of material
making a dress’s skirts)

“spaghetti straps” : not real spaghetti of course, but narrow soft
straps often made of velvet to hold up the bodice of a woman’s
sleeveless dress or gown

“secretary collar” : the collar on most of the
dresses for little girls and some dresses for women having little round front
ends
or lapels, the name is due to office
secretaries often wearing dresses with this
type of neat little collar not to be confused with the...

“Peter Pan collar” that had longer pointed front ends

“mother-and-daughter-dresses”:
dresses that look the same, but in appropriate sizes for a mother and her little
girl, a favorite of mothers during
the bouffant style
years

“boat neckline” : a
dress without a collar, having shoulder straps and a straight top to the lower
bodice across the chest, generally worn
during the warmer months

For some reason that neither sociologists nor psychologists have never been able
to figure out, a lot of women began dressing their
little boys like girls during this
time. It either unintentionally or
deliberately turned normal boys into sissies, a possible reason simply being
that they thought it was cute, though sometimes it was
done as a form of
punishment for naughty boys until they were older, the
women apparently thinking it would improve their behavior when they became
teenagers.

TIMMY BECOMES TAMMY

I
remember it very well, and with a longing sigh for an earlier style. It was
the beginning of that pretty time, spring 1953. The new bouffant fashion of
women wearing petticoats under their full dresses, and little girls wearing
bouffant full slips under their dresses had become the new style decreed by the
fashion designers of Paris, France earlier that spring. It was quickly adopted
throughout the rest of western Europe including the U.K., and in America, Canada
and by women in other modern countries, especially any country with a wealthy
and/or middle class in its population, such as Argentina, Venezuela, South
Africa, Australia and eventually, Japan.

Timmy, a
cute little seven year old boy, had gone to live with his aunt in a town in
Westchester County, New York after his parents had died in a tragic car
accident.

Two women,
June McKay, Timmy’s aunt, a young widow and grammar school teacher before her
marriage, and her closest and dearest friend Barbara Cummings, a divorcée, were
sitting on June’s living room couch as they had tea and chatted on a Friday
afternoon.

“I have to
do something about Timmy,” said June. “The rest of the boys in the neighborhood
are all a lot older than he is, and they don’t want a seven year old boy tagging
along with them. He’s lonely and sort of sad now with nobody to play with.”

“That’s a
shame June,” said Barbara. “Timmy’s such a nice little boy.”

“Of course
if he was a little girl he’d have plenty of little friends to play with,” said
June. “There’s lots of little girls his age living near us. I’ve been thinking
about doing something that would solve the problem, but I wanted to hear your
opinion on the idea first. I’d appreciate any help you could give me, if you
don’t object to the idea.”

“What do you
have in mind?” asked Barbara.

“Well,”
replied June with a little sigh, “I’ve seen him looking at the pictures of
panties, bouffant slips and dresses for girls in the Sears-Roebuck catalog
several times,” explained June. “He may have been just curious, but he could be
a sissy. But even if he isn’t a sissy yet, if I was to dress him as my little
niece, he’d be able to play with the little girls in our neighborhood. The
little girls living near us must outnumber the boys by at least three to one.”

“That’s a
fun idea,” said Barbara. “Such a cute little boy like Timmy really would look
like a little girl once he was wearing a dress and things. I can imagine how
darling he’d look playing Hop-Scotch with the girls, his little dress and
bouffant slip bouncing up and down. When are you going to start? I’d love to
go along when you go shopping for him.”

“Thanks
Barbara,” said June. “This’ll be a first time experience for me to be shopping
for dresses for a little boy.”

“June, how
come his hair is so long?” asked Barbara.

“To be
truthful,” explained June, “I’ve been thinking of doing this since last year, so
I didn’t get him any haircuts. I still have my teacher’s certificate, and this
past school year I gave him home schooling. We might as well get started
today. I’ll bring him inside and see if he’s still clean enough. I gave him
a bubble bath this morning and shampooed his hair. But first I want to change
my dress before we go shopping. I’ll be back in a few
minutes.”

When June came back into the living room,
she was wearing a lovely white sleeveless dress with black velvet
spaghetti straps holding it up, its bodice and skirts covered with tiny
black polka dots and a sprinkling of dainty black velvet bows on its
skirts, wore three white petticoats under it to pouf it out nice, long
over-the-elbow
white gloves, and carried a black velvet covered clutch purse to go with
her dress.

“June, that’s such a gorgeous dress,” said Barbara.

“Thanks Barbara. I save it for special occasions,” replied June, “and
buying dresses for a sissy certainly is one.”

Timmy passed inspection as far as still being nice and clean, and with the
two women got into June’s new Buick and headed downtown, Timmy sitting in
the front seat between the two women, their full dresses and petticoats
spilling over across his legs.

“Timmy,” began June, “Today we’re going to do something you’ll like.
You’re going to become my pretty little girl. Won’t that be nice?"

“Gee
Aunty,” asked Timmy, “can I be a girl?”

“Yes
sweetheart,” said his aunt. “You just have to wear dresses and the other pretty
things little girls wear and learn how to behave like a good little girl.
Don’t be afraid Timmy. I think you’re going to like being my little girl and
having fun playing with other little girls.”

“Yes, yes
Aunty!” replied Timmy eagerly with a happy smile.

Barbara and
June looked at each other with knowing smiles. It seemed to both women that if
Timmy wasn’t already a sissy, he certainly didn’t mind June’s plans to make him
one. All that was left to do was to dress him like June’s little niece as soon
as they took him into one of the stores’ dressing rooms, and getting his hair
done in a little girls style afterwards. June had phoned before they left and
asked for an appointment for Timmy at FRANCINE’S, a salon or beauty parlor owned
by a good friend of hers, Francine Bessette. Timmy was lucky. When June had
called Francine, she’d learned that it was a slow day at her salon, and she’d be
able to fit Timmy in any time during the afternoon.

As they
drove downtown, June decided to go to FEINBERG’S, a department store that
carried a pretty line of clothes for women and girls.

The idea of
dressing a little boy like a girl made June and Barbara eager to start, and was
obviously devilishly fun for the two women.

June found a
space in the store’s parking lot, then held Timmy by the hand as they entered
the store and got on the elevator. When it reached the second floor, they got
off and walked through the women’s department into the girls department.

“June, where
should we start?” asked Barbara.

“Panties
first,” replied June. “We’ll start from the inside and work outward.”

A pleasant
looking middle age saleslady with a tape measure hanging around her neck came
over to them.

“My name is
Marsha. Can I help you?” she asked.

“Yes,” said
June. “My little nephew is going to be my little niece, so there’s a lot of
things we have to get for him. Could you show us some panties for him please?”

“What a
lucky little boy he is,” said Marsha with a nice smile at Timmy. “I’ll take his
measurements first, including his shoe size, and you can begin picking out
whatever you want for him. I’ll be glad to help you if you have any
questions. I have three darling little grand-daughters about his age.”
Marsha quickly took Timmy’s measurements, writing his sizes on a pad, and gave
them to June.

June and
Barbara picked out some pretty lace trimmed nylon tricot rumba panties for a
little girl in Timmy’s size. She also picked out some regular nylon tricot
panties in different pastel colors with white lace trim just around the leg
openings, and then moved on to three long racks of bouffant slips for girls.
Marsha showed them where the size seven bouffant slips were, and June and
Barbara began picking out some for Timmy. Eventually they decided on three
pink ones with nylon parchment overskirts, pretty white lace at each widening
tier and along its bottom edge, with three inner layers of pink nylon horsehair
netting, also trimmed with white lace, and three white slips lace decorated in
the same way. The innermost layer of nylon netting was lined with nylon tricot
so it wouldn’t be scratchy on a little girl’s legs. At this point June had
already begun to regard Timmy as her little girl.

“I just love
the new bouffant style,” said Barbara. “It’s so pretty and feminine.”

“Yes. It’s
the prettiest style since the Edwardian long dresses that had a short train and
bustle,” agreed June. “Let’s pick out some dresses for my little girl now.”
She smiled down at Timmy. Timmy was still smiling too.

It took a
half hour before the two women had picked out eight pretty dresses for Timmy.
June also bought a cute pink poodle skirt and three white button-back blouses
with little flowers embroidered on their bodices. Then Marsha showed them the
shoes and socks for little girls. June bought some shiny black patent leather
Maryjanes for Timmy, along with a pair of shiny white patent leather shoes, also
having a strap and buckle like his black Maryjanes. Next they got some ankle
socks in pastel colors to match his dresses and some white ones with tiny pastel
colored flowers on them.

“By the
way,” suggested Marsha, “we have some pretty
mother-and-daughter-dresses. Would you like to see them?”

“Yes,” said
June. “I think my little niece will like wearing a dress like her aunty’s dress.
And I’ll be setting a good example for her when we wear them together.”

Marsha led
them to a separate rack of the dresses, and June picked out a set in lilac and
white checks, a pink gingham set, and a set in red with little white polka dots.

“Come on
Barbara,” said June. “I think I’ve got everything for now.”

“June, what
about a little pocketbook and some white cotton gloves?” asked Barbara. “Every
little girl should have her cute little accessories.”

Leaving the
other dresses and things on the counter where the cash register was, June took
the pink gingham set of dresses, lacy pink rumba panties and a white bouffant
slip for little girls with her as she brought Timmy into one of the dressing
rooms. Barbara stood at the entrance to their dressing room, holding Timmy’s
new ankle socks and shoes.

Inside the
dressing room, June helped Timmy take off all his clothes. Then she held open
the rumba panties. Timmy stepped into them and June drew the elastic band up
to his waist.

“Now for
your poufy slip sweetheart,” said June. “This is the kind of petticoat all
little girls wear. You’ll be wearing petticoats now, just like big girls and
ladies and do.”

She lifted
the white bouffant slip over his head, telling him to put his hands up high.
The layers of the slip came down over him with a little tugging, the adjustable
straps settling on his shoulders. A pink ribbon bow with long dangly tag ends
was on the outermost layer of his bouffant slip, with a small pink bow at the
top center of its lacy bodice. Barbara stood at the entrance to the dressing
room, wondering just how cute a little girl Timmy would look like when he was
all dressed up pretty and had his hair done at Francine’s salon.

Next came
his dress. It was Timmy’s part of the pink gingham set of the
mother-and-daughter-dresses. June told him to put his hands up high again and
brought the little dress down over his head, making sure his hands and arms went
into the short puffed sleeves, then gently turned him around, buttoned up the
back of it, and tied the white sash in a big pretty bow at the back of his
waist. The last items were pink ankle socks and the white strap and buckle
shoes to match the colors of his gingham dress.

“Now I’ll
put on my new dress, too sweetheart,” said June, and changed into her part of
the mother-and-daughter-dresses, still wearing her own three white petticoats
under it.

They emerged
from the dressing room, and June held Timmy’s hand and led him to a tall
three-sided mirror, and stood in back of him as they looked at themselves. She
had dropped Timmy’s boys clothes and sneakers in a rubbish barrel along the way
to the mirror. A big smile came onto Timmy’s cute face as he looked at their
reflection in the mirror.

“See how
pretty you look now sweetheart?” asked June, with a satisfied smile over Timmy’s
appearance in his little dress.

Marsha was
waiting for them at the the cash register, and the two women and Timmy went to
it now. Marsha boxed the polka dot dress with the long gloves June had worn to
the store, the other mother-and-daughter dresses, and Timmy’s other dresses.
His other panties, ankle socks and bouffant slips were put in some of the
store’s large paper bags, the lacy bottom edges of his bouffant slips sticking
out a little from the top of them, and his Maryjane shoes inside a box in a
separate bag. She had removed the price tags from the things they’d put on
before they went into the dressing room and added up everything on the cash
register.

“June,” said
Barbara, “let me pay for half the price of his dresses and things.”

“That’s not
necessary Barbara,” replied June. “I collected my husband’s G.I. insurance, and
on a much better life insurance policy he already had before he went to Korea.
Money won’t be a problem for me any longer. I’m not rich, but I’ve got enough
money to last me for the rest of my life, actually more than I’ll probably ever
need.”

“Well I get
plenty of alimony from my ex-husband,” said Barbara. “Lawyers make good money.
Let me pay for something at least. After all, it’s for a wonderful good
cause.”

June grinned
and said, “Oh, just give me five dollars if it means that much to you.”

Instead
Barbara fished a ten dollar bill out of her pocketbook and handed it to June,
insisting that she take it.

June paid
the bill and three salesgirls carried everything down to the parking lot and
placed them on the back seat of her car.

Fifteen
minutes later, June was holding Timmy by the hand as they went up the steps into
Francine’s beauty parlor or salon, Timmy’s bouffant slip whispering in a
delightful manner as it moved against the skirts of his little dress.

Francine
was aware of June’s plan for dressing her little nephew like a girl. She knew
it was something some other customers of hers did, usually just for a day or
two, but in some cases, for their entire summer vacations from school or even
longer. There were several other women in town that had also turned their
little boys into sissies. She smiled as she thought of how nice it would make
June feel when she was putting her little sissy in a pretty dress and things
each morning.

Just then
they came into her salon, Francine being a little surprised to see Barbara
Cummings with her, though she knew Barbara was June’s dearest friend. She
paused in her work on a woman’s hair and bent down to Timmy.

“Yes,”
answered June. “She used to be my little nephew, but now she’s my little niece,
and she likes wearing a dress like her aunty’s dress. Don’t you sweetheart?”

“Yes
Aunty. It’s fun wearing a dress like your dress,” said Timmy with a big smile.
“When I get big, I want to be a pretty lady like you Aunty.”

Francine
bent down, gave Timmy a hug and kissed his cheek. Timmy giggled and smiled.

“What’s your
little girl’s name?” asked Francine.

“It was
Timmy when she was a boy,” said June. “But it’s Tammy now.”

“Oh, that’s
a nice name for a pretty little girl like she is,” replied Francine, still
smiling at Timmy. “Do you like being a girl sweetheart?”

“Yes,”
answered Tammy with his cute smile. “I’m glad I’m a girl now.”

“I bet
you’re overjoyed to have such a pretty little girl,” said Francine. “I can
imagine all the fun things you’ll be doing with Tammy.”

“I hadn’t
really thought about it in any detail Fran,” replied June, “but now that you
mention it, I suppose we will have lots of fun together. Just dressing Tammy up
pretty made me feel so good, and Tammy liked it too.”

“Go ahead
and sit down and I’ll be with you in a couple of minutes,” said Francine.

They went
over to some padded chairs along the wall and June said, “Tammy, watch how Mrs.
Cummings sits down.” Barbara turned around in front of the chair to face them,
then put her hands behind her and smoothed her dress and petticoats under her as
she sat down.

“Now you sit
down the same way Tammy,” instructed June.

Tammy was a
bright little boy, and copied the way Barbara had just sat down. Then June sat
down next to him on his other side.

“That’s
right sweetheart,” said June. “Girls and ladies always sit down that way.
That’s so they won’t get wrinkles in their poufy slips and pretty dresses.
Always sit down that way like a good little girl.”

“I will
Aunty,” said Tammy, still with his cute smile.

Barbara
looked at Tammy’s dress.

“The short
puffed sleeves on little girls’ dresses are so cute,” said Barbara.

“Yes,”
agreed June with a loving smile at Tammy’s dress. “All the dresses we bought for
Tammy today have them. But I’ll probably be buying some sleeveless dresses
with shoulder straps and a square boat-neckline for Tammy when the weather gets
hot, and maybe some little petticoats instead of bouffant slips for her that’ll
be cooler in the summer.”

Francine
smiled again as she heard June talking about her little sissy’s future. Soon
she was finished with the customer in the styling chair. The lady got up,
paid, tipped and thanked Francine, then left the salon after giving her dress
and petticoats a rustling shake to fluff them up in front of a full-length
mirror near the door.

“Come to
me Tammy,” said Francine as she bent down and held her arms and hands open in
front of her. “It’s time to make your hair look pretty sweetheart.”

Tammy got
off the chair and walked over to Francine with a big smile. She easily lifted
him up into the styling chair with a thick pad on it she used to raise the
height of the little girls whose hair she styled.

“Tell me
June,” said Francine. “How did you manage to keep Tammy’s hair so long while she
was in school?”

“I’ve been
kind of planning this for the past year or so. I still have my teacher’s
certificate and qualified as a single parent to get the free state text books so
I could give Tammy home schooling for the past year. And I’ll have plenty of
time to be with my little girl even after school starts in the September by
continuing with her home schooling.”

“Pardon the
expression June, but I think Tammy’s as cute as a bug’s ear,” said Francine as
she smiled at Tammy and examined his hair. “What a fun filled life he’ll have
being your little girl. By the way, it looks and smells like you gave Tammy a
shampoo today.”

“Yes,”
replied June. “I gave him a BRECK shampoo while he was in his bubble bath this
morning.”

“That’s
the best store-bought shampoo on the market,” said Francine. “I use a
professional one that gives a little more sheen to hair. But Tammy’s hair
looks fine already.”

Francine
opened a drawer in the counter under the long mirror and took out a little
bottle of pink fingernail polish.

“June, put
one of the folding chairs at the back of the room along side Tammy and paint her
fingernails while I work on her hair,” said Francine, handing the bottle to her.
“But before you start, tell me how you’d like Tammy’s hair done.”

“Oh, in the
department stores and sometimes in a dress shop,” answered June. “Why?”

“Ever been
to THE LITTLE PRINCESS DRESS SHOP?” asked Francine.

“No,”
replied June. “Is that a new store?”

“Yes. A
Mrs. Simmons from Boston opened it up a week ago on Summer Street,” answered
Francine. “She has a better grade of girls clothes than the other stores in
town. She sells clothes for girls from toddler up to the age of thirteen or
fourteen, and her selection of panties, bouffant slips and dresses is very
nice. You should check it out. I’m sure you’ll like it, and her prices are
quite reasonable.”

“Perhaps
next week,” replied June. “I’ve done enough shopping for one day. Besides, I
have to start getting supper ready when we get home.”

“I know most
people say dinner now when they refer to the evening meal,” said June. “But how
come they call some restaurants supper clubs?”

“Good
question,” answered Francine. “I guess it’s just an old term they think fits.”

“By the way
Fran, would you care to dine with us tonight?” asked June. “We’re having pot
roast. There’ll be plenty to go around.”

“I’d love
to,” answered Francine, “but I have a date tonight.”

“Hmmm...
Anybody we know?” asked Barbara.

“I doubt
it,” replied Francine. “He just moved into the house next door to mine three
days ago. But I’ll take a rain check on your invitation. It’d be nice to see
Tammy again.”

“Just three
days ago?” said Barbara. “You work fast Fran.”

“So does
he,” replied Francine with a wink, “but not too fast, if you know what I mean.”

“Just phone
me when you have a free evening,” offered June. “I’d love to have you join
us. And you could see Tammy again, too.”

While they’d
been talking, Francine had cut some bangs on Tammy’s forehead, brought the rest
of his black hair back and up from his neck, and tied it in a six inch ponytail
with a two inch wide pink ribbon in a pretty bow to go with Tammy’s pink gingham
dress. The tag ends of the pert bow hung down a few inches, and his ponytail
curled up outward a little at the end of it.

“Oh, yes
June!” said Barbara when Francine was finished. “Tammy looks darling with her
ponytail. It would have been a waste to get it cut short for a pixie cut.”

“She does
look cute, doesn’t she?” said June with a loving smile at Tammy.

“Cute?
She’s adorable,” said Francine smiling at Tammy. Then she dug out a pink
lipstick from one of the drawers under the long counter. “I’ll put some pink
lipstick on Tammy to match her pink gingham dress. Then I’ll numb her earlobes
to pierce them and put some gold plated studs in them. Leave them in
overnight, and tomorrow you can put some dainty pearl studs in them. But first
I’m just going to thin her eyebrows a little.”

Finally
Francine was finished and lifted Tammy down from the styling chair. She bent
down and gave Tammy a hug and kissed his cheek.

“Goodbye
sweetheart,” said Francine. “Be a good little girl for your nice aunty, and
always play nice with other little girls.”

“Yes Mrs.
Fran. I will,” said Tammy with his cute smile.

June paid,
tipped and thanked her, and they left the salon to go home.

ONE WEEK LATER...

Once again
June and Barbara were sitting on June’s living room couch as they had iced tea
and chatted. Barbara had just arrived a minute earlier with two large paper
bags from a store.

June made an
effort to an effort to always refer to Tammy as she or her now, but sometimes
she slipped up, saying he or him instead.

Barbara
followed June to her kitchen windows and together they looked out on June’s
patio and flower garden in the backyard. Hop-Scotch squares were drawn in
chalk on the surface of the patio.

“June!”
exclaimed Barbara. “Tammy’s actually playing Hop-Scotch with two other little
girls. Who are they?”

“Susan
Conway and Nancy Evans. They live just down the street a little way. Their
mothers brought them over about a half hour ago. Tammy loves playing little
girls’ games. He’s so happy now. But he also plays with some other little
sissies. There’s Corrine Beliveau’s sissy nephew Maryanne and Mrs. Sanford’s
sissy Marybeth.”

“Gosh!” said
Barbara. “I didn’t know so many other women near us had little boys that were
sissies.”

“I’m not
sure they were all sissies at first and liked wearing dresses and being taught
to be good little girls,” replied June. “But any little boy will like being a
little girl in a few days once he sees how nice it is to wear panties, poufy
slips and pretty dresses. Personally, I think it’s good for them. They’ll
probably treat women better when they grow up. There’s seven or eight other
real girls Tammy plays with also.”

“It’s just
like I said it would be,” replied Barbara with a smile. “Tammy’s little dress
and bouffant slip bounce up and down every time he hops to another square.
He’s so cute. Oh, you’re so lucky to have such a darling little sissy.”

“I know,”
said June with a smile. “It makes me feel so good to dress him up pretty every
morning. But please don’t say sissy when he can hear you. It might upset him
if he found out what it means. He thinks he’s my little girl now, and he is,
except for a little difference inside his lacy panties.”

“Where did
Tammy learn to play Hop-Scotch?” asked Barbara.

“The little
girls and other sissies taught him,” answered June. “And he’s so happy to have
some little girlfriends now to play with. I knew Tammy would fit right in with
them.”

“June, did
you ever think that maybe Tammy should have been born a girl?” Barbara asked.

“Yes. I
have,” replied June. “Perhaps I’m just correcting one of Mother Nature’s
mistakes. Tammy’s so happy now being my little girl. I love to cuddle with him
on the couch while we watch television after supper. The day after we first
went shopping for Tammy, I bought four pretty little nighties for him. Some day
I’d like to go shopping in White Plains. There’s more stores and dress shops
to buy things for him, and for myself as well.”

“I always
wished I’d had a little girl, but I got divorced before I could get pregnant,”
said Barbara.

“I always wanted a little girl too,” said June. “But my husband died in
Korea from a heart attack. We had decided to wait til he got home before
having any children. But Tammy helps me to forget the unhappiness of
that time. I know he’s really my sissy nephew, but now it’s just as if
he was my little niece. It makes me feel so good. Here’s a picture of
us jumping rope together in one of our mother-and-daughter-dress sets.”

“What
a sweet remembrance for you! Does Tammy play Jacks too?” asked Barbara.

“Yes, I taught him how,” answered June, “and how to make a little curtsey,
too. I want him to behave like a good little girl should now.”

“Oh,
he looks darling June,” said Barbara, “just like a pretty little girl!”

“I’ve already taken some other nice pictures of him,” said June. “If Tammy
does grow up to be a teenage boy later, at least I’ll have the pictures to remind me what a darling little sissy I
had for a few years. I keep them in a separate photo album I bought
recently.
My camera has a timer

delay on it, so I
was able to take pictures of Tammy and myself cuddling on the couch together,
and jumping rope together. But the ones I really like best are the pictures I
took of him playing with little girls and the other sissies. He likes playing
with his little girlfriends now, and isn’t lonely and sad anymore. I love to
hear him giggle and laugh.”

“How do the
other little girls treat him?” asked Barbara.

“Just the
same as they’d treat another real little girl,” said June. “They all think he is
one. By the way, there’s another little boy in the neighborhood whose mother
dresses him like a little girl. My friend Jane Belmore petticoated her little
boy also. Usually he plays with Tammy too. His name is Charlene now instead
of Charles.”

“Really?
Isn’t he with them now?” asked Barbara.

“Not today,”
explained June. “His mother took him with her when she went to visit some other
friends of hers today. She said she loves showing him off to other
ladies. They all make such a nice big fuss over him.”

“I wasn’t
aware so many women in the neighborhood were petticoating their little boys,”
said Barbara. “But I hardly blame them. Having a little sissy and teaching him
to be a good little girl must be so nice. Just helping you to shop for Tammy
was so much fun.”

“I don’t
think petticoating is as uncommon a thing to do as I did before,” replied June.
“And I know I did the right thing, since Tammy must have been a sissy. He
loves being my little girl now, and it makes me feel so good to see him in a
pretty little dress. I suppose all women feel the same way about their little
girls.”

“He really
seems to have adapted well to wearing his little dresses and bouffant slips,”
observed Barbara as they continued to watch Tammy playing Hop-Scotch with the
neighbors’ little girls.

“Yes, he
has. A sissy’s instinct I guess,” said June with a little laugh. “And it’s not
so noisy in the house now. Sissies and girls don’t make as much noise when
they play with their dolls as regular little boys make playing cops and robbers
or soldiers.”

“He really
plays with dolls now?” asked Barbara.

“Yes,”
answered June. “The day I bought his little nighties, I also bought him a cute
MAGIC SKIN doll, and a couple of rag dolls. He takes one of the rag dolls with
him to bed now along with his teddy bear.”

“June, I’d
never have known he was a boy in girls clothes if I hadn’t been with you when we
took him shopping, dressed him and had his hair done at Francine's. He really
does look like a cute little girl now.”

“And he
behaves like a good little girl too,” said June. “No yelling in the house when
he and the real girls play together with their dolls. Little boys are a lot
noisier. And he keeps his knees and feet together when he’s standing or sitting
down like a little girl, too. There’s something else I do with Tammy now when
it’s his bedtime. I got a prescription for some lactation pills, and I have
him come to bed with me and breast feed him til he falls asleep. Then I carry
him back to his own bed. He looks forward to it every night now.”

“I bet you do
too,” said Barbara, as she opened the two paper bags she had brought with
her from a store. “I know I’d love to do it. By the way June, I bought
Tammy a nice little pastel blue dress, a white bouffant slip to wear under
it, and a matching blue hair bow. And I got him some more pretty rumba
panties too.”

“Thanks Barbara,” said June.“ You really shouldn’t have. Still, I
suppose every little girl or sissy should have lots of panties, poufy
slips and pretty dresses to wear.”

Soon it was almost five o’clock, and the little girls Tammy was playing
with were picked up by their mothers and went home.

Before making supper, June and Barbara took Tammy upstairs to his bedroom
and changed him into the little blue dress Barbara had bought for him.
Then June took a picture of him back downstairs, kneeling up on a bamboo
porch chair she’d brought into the living room with his white cotton
gloves on. She had untied his ponytail to let his wavy black hair hang
down and put the pretty matching blue hair bow on top of
it.

ONE YEAR LATER...Spring,1954

Tammy’s
eighth birthday was only a day away, and June pulled all stops. She had taken
him shopping at THE LITTLE PRINCESS DRESS SHOP, the store just for little girls
Francine had told her about. When they left, besides having bought Tammy some
more panties, bouffant slips and some new dresses in the larger size he wore
now, she had also bought him a pink cotton party dress, with all the frills,
bows and lacy decorations they have. It even had little faux jewels on it and
had its own pretty four layered petticoat sewn into it. Tammy loved it when he
saw it on himself in the store’s tall three-sided mirror. He could hardly wait
for his little girlfriends they were going to invite to the party to see how
pretty his party dress was.

By now,
June’s other friends had visited her and met Tammy. They all thought he made a
darling little girl. June had also invited the other petticoated little
sissies in the neighborhood to the party along with their mothers or aunts.

After June
had nursed Tammy at her breast, she tucked him back in his pretty canopy bed,
and Barbara helped June decorate the living room. Colorful twisted crepe paper
streamers criss-crossed just below the ceiling, and they blew up two dozen
balloons and tied them to the streamers. June had baked a big birthday cake and
stuck a lot more than eight little candles in the frosting to make it look more
festive. Then both women worked together making two large pitchers of slightly
sweet lemonade.

Afterwards, June and Barbara wrapped Tammy’s presents June had bought for him in
some pretty gift paper and tied them up with pink ribbon having a nice bow on
top. Tammy’s presents were just what you’d expect for an eight year old little
girl: some new dresses, bouffant slips, boxed sets of pretty panties,
more books of paper dolls, coloring books and jig-saw puzzles for little
girls. Barbara had already wrapped her own presents for June’s huggable little
sissy, but kept them at home til the next day.

The
next day was Tammy’s birthday, and around one o’clock that afternoon the
mothers with their own little girls began to arrive at June’s house. June
was glad to see Jane Belmore with her darling sissy Charlene as well. He
had also turned eight years old a month earlier. Sissy Maryanne came too
with his pretty aunt, Corrine Beliveau.

June
had dressed Tammy in his pretty pink party dress with a pink bouffant slip
under it and pink panties trimmed with white lace. She’d untied his long
ponytail again, and his long hair was hanging down his back in long waves,
with a pink bow on the top of his hair.

Tammy
was very excited, and a big smile was on his face all day. June had
coated his lips with a pink lipstick and put a pink nail polish on his
fingernails. Dainty pearl studs were in his pierced earlobes. Being
spring, she thought he should wear his white shoes that had a strap and
buckle like his black Maryjanes. His ankle socks were pink to match his
dress. Barbara gave Tammy a hug and kissed his cheek, telling him how
pretty his dress was. Then she placed her present for Tammy on the
coffee table in the living room.

As the other
women arrived, most of them wearing white or a light color summer dress, June
greeted them at the door, placing her cheek near theirs without actually
touching so they wouldn’t smudge each others’ makeup. Tammy curtseyed nice to
the ladies like June had taught him to do to ladies, and the women helped June
by wheeling in a utility cart covered by a small table cloth with the birthday
cake on it, setting out the silverware and making sure everything was
ready.

As soon the
refreshments had been served and they’d all sang Happy Birthday, Tammy had blown
out the candles on his birthday cake, then unwrapped all his presents and
thanked all the little girls and sissies that had given him a present, though
they’d actually been picked out and bought by their mothers, aunts and
step-mothers.

June, Jane,
Corrine, Mrs. Sanford and Barbara looked on with loving smiles at the sissies
and little girls Sissies Charlene, Marybeth and Maryanne had given him
presents, and had also received the usual hugs and kisses on their cheeks by all
the women when they arrived.

“Sweetheart,” said June, “give Charlene, Marybeth and Maryanne a nice kiss on
the lips. They’re going to be your girlfriends now, too.”

The sissies
all came together in the middle of the living room and took turns leaning
towards each other, one after the other, their hands a little away from the
sides of their dresses for balance, and kissed each other as the women looked on
with approving smiles and made gushy feminine comments about how precious they
were.

“Wasn’t that
nice?” said June. “Now you’re all girlfriends and can play Hop-Scotch and Jacks
and jump rope together.”

“They can
take turns having a sleepover together now too,” said Jane.

“Yes
sweetheart,” June told Tammy. “You can tell each other your little girl secrets
before you go to sleep.”

When Tammy
had unwrapped all his presents and they’d all finished their cake, lemonade and
ice cream, June told Tammy, the real little girls and the other sissies they
could go outside so they could play Hop-Scotch together. They all eagerly went
outside, and the women began to talk about their sissies’ littlegirliness.

“Yes,” said
Corrine. “At first I petticoated my nephew Maryanne because I don’t particularly
like little boys. But it was so much fun once he began to behave like a good
little girl. Now his mother has sold her house and moved in with me so we
could take turns dressing him in the morning.”

“I love
Charlene being my little girl too,” said Jane. “I don’t think he was a sissy
when I first dressed him in some pretty clothes for a little girl. But after a
little while, he liked it so much that I knew I made him a sissy, and now he
behaves just like a real little girl. I couldn’t be happier. Making a little
boy a sissy and teaching him to behave like a good little girl makes me feel so
wonderful.”

“I agree
with you completely,” said June. “And now I’m not lonely anymore. It was
really a blessing having Timmy move in with me after his parents died in that
awful accident. It’s just as nice to have a little sissy as a real little
girl.”

“I’m going
to see about getting Charlene hormone treatments and sexual reassignment surgery
when he’s a little older,” said Jane Belmore.

“Really
Jane?” replied June. “I’ve never even thought about that.”

“Maybe you
should consider it June,” advised Jane. “Once a boy had been turned into a
sissy, he’ll never fit it with regular boys when he gets older. Besides,
think how nice it would be to see him as your real teenage girl going to her
first prom dance with a corsage on her pretty gown.”

“Oh, yes.
It would be wonderful,” admitted June. “I’ll have to give it some thought. I
certainly wouldn’t want Tammy to be unhappy when he grows up.”

“Christine
Jorgensen has turned out to be a well-adjusted, happy and pretty woman following
her hormone treatments and surgery,” said Jane. “It’s hard to believe she was
once a man in the army. She said she loves wearing her garter belt, panties,
her petticoats and full dresses with her nylons and high heels.”

“I wonder
how pretty a teenage girl he’d be if I do get him the surgery and hormone
treatments,” mused June. “I think he’d be a pretty young women when he grows
up. In a way, it’ll be sort of sad though . He’s such a cute little sissy.
I sort of wish he didn’t have to grow up. I just love having my nephew
behaving like a good little girl now. He loves it when we wear our
mother-and-daughter-dresses. I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t really
been able to show him off to all my other women friends yet. But making him a
sissy if he wasn’t one, and dressing him like my little girl has made both of us
so happy. Actually, he may have been a sissy even before I petticoated him, so
it was probably the best thing for his happiness and my own as well.”

“Yes,”
agreed Jane Belmore. “And Charlene would be very unhappy if I told him he had to
be a boy again and couldn’t wear dresses anymore. Psychiatric studies of
sissies has shown that it becomes too ingrained in their psyche to be able to be
well-adjusted and happy regular boys again after we’ve made them sissies. It
really can’t be undone without making them seriously disturbed and unhappy.
They’ll always have their happy memories of being pretty little girls haunting
them if they don’t become real teenage girls with hormone treatments and sex
change surgery.”

“I’ll do
whatever it takes to keep Tammy happy,” said June. “I owe it to him, and I know
he’d love being a teenage girl and wearing a lovely gown when goes to his high
school dances. I always did. Besides, being a woman is so much nicer than
being a man. All they do is work and watch sports on television or play golf
on their days off. They never know how nice it feels to be wearing a new dress
or pretty petticoat. And keeping myself looking as pretty as I can is
something I do to set a good example for Tammy.”

Then Corrine
began talking about a dress sale she went to by herself while Maryanne stayed
home with his mother, and the conversation drifted away from the talk about
their sissies and was concerned just with buying their own dresses and lingerie.

They were so
occupied with their talking that they hadn’t noticed the new Buick that had to
park on the street with the overflow of cars because there was no room left in
the driveway. A somewhat older woman went up the walk and pressed the button
for the front door chimes, dying to see the darling little sissy in his party
dress her daughter June had told her about.

June
answered the door.

“Mother!
I’m so glad you could make it to Tammy’s party,” said June. “Come in. Tammy’s
outside playing Hop-Scotch with the other girls. But they’ll be back in here
soon. Hey everybody, this is my mother Shirley.”

Shirley
was a little less than fifty years old and still a pretty woman.

They gave
each other a little hug, Shirley made a hello in the direction of the other
women and sat down after handing her daughter a few birthday presents for Tammy.

“It’s
not all that much June,” said Shirley. “Just a pretty little dress I saw on
sale, and a pearl necklace with a matching bracelet. Every little girl or
sissy should have some pearls to wear on special occasions. I hope they come
back in soon. I’m dying to see Tammy in his party dress.”

“That’s a
very pretty dress you have on today mother,” said June

“I got it at
Best & Co. in Boston last week,” Shirley replied. “I love Boston. It
seems so much more cultured than hectic New York City. At noontime, I had a
prime rib dinner with all the fixings at Durgin Park. But now I suppose I’ll
have to start dieting for a week. By the way, would you mind if I stayed here
for a few days or perhaps a week? We could shop together for Tammy. I’d love
to see him wearing a pretty little dress I’d bought for him.”

“Of course
mother,” answered June. “I’ll make up the bed in the back spare room with some
fresh sheets for you. The front spare room is Tammy’s pretty bedroom now.
You’ll love it when you see it. I bought him a canopy bed with a lace trimmed
ruffled pink canopy. Its pillow cases have lace trim also. It’s so pretty I
almost wish I was a little girl again. Tammy loves it. Take a look in his
closet and bureau drawers too. I’ve been buying him the prettiest panties,
bouffant slips and dresses for a little girl I could find. The little lamb
didn’t have a chance of not becoming a sissy. I’m not positive he was already
a sissy, not that it makes much difference now, because he loves being my little
girl and playing with other sissies and real little girls. I’ll have Tammy
come in here for a few minutes so you can see him.”

Shirley and
the rest of the women continued talking, while June went to the back door and
called to Tammy, telling him to come inside for a few minutes. She held him by
the hand and led him into the living room, and they stood together in front of
Shirley.

“Tammy, this
is Aunty’s mommy,” said June. “Say hello to Gramma like a good little girl.”

Tammy
curtseyed like June had taught him to do when he met ladies and said, “Hi
Gramma. Aunty bought me my party dress.”

She stood up
and bent down as she wrapped her arms around Tammy, gave him a hug and kissed
his cheek, making him giggle.

“You can go
back out and play with the other girls now Tammy,” said Shirley. “But always be
nice to the other little girls when you play with them sweetheart.”

“I am
Gramma,” said Tammy with his cute smile.

About 4:00
that afternoon the party came to an end, with the ladies collecting their little
girls and sissies to go home. Tammy came back inside and began playing with a
new doll that had been one of his birthday presents. The diapers that came
with it were kept closed with sticky tabs instead of diaper pins that would be
too dangerous for a little girl.

June
took Tammy upstairs to take his party dress off and change him into a
different slip and dress. She decided to have Tammy wear a pink bouffant
slip that had been one of his birthday presents. When it was on him,
Tammy looked down at it with a happy smile.

Then
June put him in the pretty blue dress Barbara had bought for him.

“Tomorrow we’ll put your hair back in a ponytail and bangs again
sweetheart,” said June.

Shirley always pitched in to help when she visited June, and had gone into
the kitchen and began washing the ice cream dishes, plates for the cake,
the silverware and the glasses used for the lemonade, and to put the
remains of Tammy’s birthday cake away while June began to stack the
folding chairs she had rented to have enough seats for the party.

Just
as Shirley was washing the dishes, a thunder storm began with bright close
flashes of lightning, and very loud claps of thunder. Tammy came running
into the kitchen crying.

“Gramma...Gramma,” cried Tammy. “Make it stop.”

“I didn’t
know our little girl was afraid of thunder,” said Shirley. “I guess I’ll have to
do what the ladies out west do with their little girls when it thunders. Kneel
down near the sink sweetheart, and I’ll hide you from the thunder and
lightning.”

Tammy knelt
down and looked up to see Shirley lifting her dress and petticoats up just
before she dropped them down over him.

“You stay under my dress and petticoats til that bad old storm goes away
Tammy,” said Shirley. “The lightning won’t know where you are now.
You’ll be safe there precious.” Then she continued drying the dishes with
a dish towel and placing them in a rack on the sink’s drain board.

Later
that evening, Tammy was sitting between June and Shirley watching Aunty’s
and Shirley’s favorite television program, The Ann Sothern Show.
Miss Sothern was a secretary in an office and always wore petticoats
under her dresses.

“Yes
Aunty,” replied Tammy. “I like to be pretty like you and Gramma are. But
I saw a lady in the store when we went shopping that wasn’t wearing any
petticoats.”

“Sometimes ladies don’t wear them because their bosses won’t allow them to
do wear them while they’re working,” explained June.

“Why?”
persisted Tammy.

“Because
men keep looking at them instead of paying attention to their work, ”explained
June. “Big boys and men like to see a lady’s or girl’s petticoats because
they’re so pretty.”

“I’m glad
I’m a girl Aunty,” said Tammy, “cause I like wearing my dresses and slips a lot
more than wearing blue jeans.”

THREE YEARS LATER

Tammy was
now eleven years old. He still received lots of nice presents on his birthdays,
but June didn’t have a big party for him anymore. Shirley would stay for a few
days with them now and then, and go shopping with June and Tammy. Sometimes
Jane Belmore would go with them. June would bring Tammy and Jane would bring
Charlene. Charlene had become Tammy’s best friend.

“You and
Charlene are getting to be a big girls now Tammy,” June told him. “Pretty soon
you’ll both be going to dances in front of the bandstand in the park after
supper.”

At this
point in his life, Tammy had hardly any memories of when he was a little boy,
and the few memories that he did have were rapidly dimming and being replaced by
his happy memories of his little girl years.

June
continued to take pictures of Tammy to keep in the big photo album she’d bought
just for pictures of her sissy.

One day Jane
Belmore stopped in with Charlene.

“June, would
you like to go with Charlene and me?” asked Jane. “I want to get Charlene a
pastel blue bouffant slip that’ll go nice with her blue dresses. Mrs. Simmons’
Little Princess Dress Shop advertised some in the paper.”

“As a matter
of fact Jane,” replied June, “Tammy got a stain on one of her pink bouffant
slips, and I’d like to get a replacement for it. I’ll get Tammy ready to go
and get my hat and gloves. I’ve been meaning to buy the slip for Tammy for a
few days now. The weather’s nice today, so we might as well take advantage of
it. Francine said the dress shop is very nice.”

They made a
quick drive downtown and soon Jane had parked her car along the sidewalk about a
block away from the store.

“Seems to be
a lot of shoppers out today,” said Jane. “Guess we’ll have to walk a little way
to the store.”

As they
began walking down the sidewalk, June checked to see that Tammy wasn’t swinging
his arms like boys do when they walk, and was taking smaller steps like girls
do. She was pleased to see her sissy keeping his hand on top of his little
pocketbook that hung from his left shoulder, and just kept his right arm and
hand down along the side of his dress when he walked. A glance at Charlene
showed Jane had properly trained her sissy to walk the same way. Both sissies
also copied the limp wrist of girls and women, and always kept their knees and
feet together when they were standing or sitting down.

Neither
sissy hadn’t been afraid to be seen in public for quite a while now, nor did
they have to be. Both of them really looked like eleven year old girls.

“In a way
Charlene’s a little luckier than Tammy,” said June. “Just about all colors go
well with her natural blond hair. Francine offered to dye Tammy’s hair blond,
but I think her black hair is pretty enough, especially when she wears the pink
hair band she’s wearing today.”

Mrs.
Simmons’ face reminded June of her mother, and was a very patient and helpful
woman when she waited on her customers. Once Jane had told them what they were
looking for, she led them to three long racks of bouffant slips. After only
four or five minutes, both June and Jane had picked out the slips they wanted to
buy for their sissies, now getting close to their twelfth birthday.

“Girls,
we’ll go to the dressing rooms and have you try them on now to make sure they
fit,” said Jane.

The two
women went into the dressing rooms with their sissies to help them. Then they
went out and the sissies stood together in front of the women. Some panties,
petticoats, bouffant slips and petti-panties were either hung on the wall or
lying around waiting to be put away in the stockroom. June took her camera
from her big pocketbook to take a picture of them.

“Face
this way and together girls,” said June. “Tammy, hold up the extra panties
that come with the slip. That’s it. Now don’t move.”
Her
camera flashed and another picture would soon be in June’s photo album of
her sissy’s pre-teen years.
“They’re growing up so fast,” said Jane.
“Yes,”
agreed June. “They’ll be teenagers in another year or so. Soon they’ll
be getting their hair permed at Francine’s salon and going together to the
dances in the park. I’m glad Charlene is such a good girl. She’s just
the type of girl I want Tammy to have for her best friend.”
“Well,
I’ve tried my best to teach Charlene to be a good girl,” said Jane.
“No
need to worry Jane,” said June. “You definitely succeeded. When Charlene
comes to my home for a sleepover with Tammy, she always very polite
to me. By the way, I’ve been thinking about getting
the sex change surgery and hormone treatments for Tammy.”

“I’m glad to hear it June,” replied Jane. “It’s really the best thing
for both of them. I couldn’t bear to have Charlene being
unhappy for the rest of his life. And we both know
they’ll love being women during their adult years. But we’ll
have to go to the town hall and get their ages changed.
They’re supposed to be eighteen to get the surgery
done. But Dorothy Gibson, the sex change surgeon, explained
to me that the surgery and hormones are much more effective if
it’s done before their bodies start changing during puberty.
We’ll sign their names to the permission forms for them.

We know perfectly well what will keep them
happy when they grow up. The women in town refer to her sissy patients as Gibson girls after it’s done. Isn’t that cute. We owe it to them
for their future happiness.”

“You’re
right Jane,” said June. “Besides, it’s for our own happiness as well theirs.
Just the thought of letting Tammy grow up and be a man is too awful to
contemplate. And I’m sure it would make him very unhappy to not be able to
wear petticoats and dresses anymore.”

But the
operation was such an invasive type of surgery that June really still had some
doubts about getting her sissy hormone treatments and the sex change surgery.
As a result, the day came when she told Tammy that it was time for him to be a
boy again.

Tammy
off-and-on cried for the rest of the day. But June stuck to her guns and tried
to explain to him that he really was a boy, and he had to begin behaving like a
big boy now. However it still took Tammy a week before he went along with the
idea.

Now June
had to teach him how boys behave and play sports. But June had trained him to
be a girl so well that it took another week before he stopped putting his hands
behind him and smoothing his blue jeans under him when he sat down.

Eventually
Tammy, now Timmy again, finished high school and went to college. As mentioned
before, Timmy was a bright little boy, and next he decided to go to medical
school on a scholarship he’d won, and become a doctor. He graduated from
medical school with the second highest marks in his class, did his internship at
a local hospital, finished his residency and set up a practice in his hometown
as a general practioner. He still lived with his Aunt June.

But when he
was home he often thought back to his happy days when his aunt had made him her
little girl. It seemed like something special was missing in his life.

When
personal computers became commonplace, Dr. McKay (formerly Tammy) bought one and
set about learning about them as much as he could. Soon he was a regular
computer “geek.”

One
evening after work, he was exploring different websites and found Petticoat
Pond. There was an ad on it by a woman known as UniKaren that sold dresses
and petticoats for “adult little girls.” He quickly ordered four of the
prettiest dresses for little girls in his adult size, along with some panties
and little girl petticoats to wear under it from a seller on another website
called eBay. Shoes were a bit of a problem, but after a while he found and
bought from an internet dealer some white strap-and-buckle shoes in his size,
and wore them with his little girl clothes.

Rather
trying to keep his intentions a secret which would only be found out sooner or
later by his aunt, he told her about it. June had smiled and said she’d help
him.

By now June
was no longer a young woman, but she felt like a young mother now that she had a
little girl living with her again!